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Lilium97
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- Dec 15, 2024
Hello there! Thanks for taking the time to read this! I'll get straight to the point: I'm looking for someone to play King Thranduil for me against my OC! If you don't mind doing that, that's awesome, but in return for you doing such a thing for me, I will gladly play someone for you! So yes, this is a double up request, unless you only wish to play Thranduil for me haha. Most people aren't too interested in double ups it seems, buuuut maybe you're interested in my writing style, and wish to try?
Edit: I'm adding another writing sample here, in case people are more interested in this lol. It is very NSFW, just a heads up.
Some Notes:
- I have a couple of kinks I would be happy to discuss in messages! However, I will never want rape/non-con/dub-con for my side of the story. I don't want my love interest to be that way, that's just my preference. I prefer romance, and I prefer the love interest actually caring for my OC. THAT BEING SAID, I DO NOT MIND PLAYING THESE THINGS FOR YOUR SIDE OF THE STORY, IF THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE INTO. I just don't want it for my side, please! I just personally prefer when my love interest actually cares for my OC. I want some sweet moments, I want care, and yes it could be rough, but with consent. I like it when love interest only has eyes for my OC. That's just the type of story I'm looking for. I am a hopeless romantic and I just genuinely enjoy it so.. if you'd allow this and indulge in my requests, I will happily do whatever it is you want for your side of the story.
- Taking the above point in mind, no, I do not have any limits. If there's something 'different' you're into, I'll write it for you. As long as you play who I want in the aforementioned manner, I'll do my best to give you what you want for your side! I very much appreciate people trying to let me indulge in my fantasies and written romances, so I will definitely do my best and put a lot of effort into doing what you'd like.
- Everyone will be aged up when necessary. So if we RP Avatar, everyone will be 18+ years old.
THE FANDOM I'M CURRENTLY LOOKING FOR:
LORD OF THE RINGS/ THE HOBBIT: I just finished watching these movies for the very first time! I have not read the books. I think I am still pretty noob-ish in this area, but I'd really love to try an RP in this universe! But please keep in mind, I have only seen the movies once so far, and for the first time, so if you can help me along the way if needed, that would be wonderful! Of course, I will do my own research when needed as well! I am willing to play anyone for you, but all I ask is if you can play King Thranduil for me because I am currently hard simping over that man haha. Please message me if you're interested!
FANDOMS I KNOW: (I'm adding in a list of Fandoms I'm well aware of, in case you'd like to RP something different for your side of the RP! For example, if you're willing to play Thranduil for me for my side of the RP, I can RP any of the following for your side!)
If you want to ask about something not on this list, feel free to do so. I can also play regular people for you, or maybe you have an image of someone you'd want me to play for you... whatever you like! Seriously, if you have something you're itching to do, I will write it out for you, so long as you double up and also give me a story I'd enjoy.
- Harry Potter
-Fire Emblem Fates
- Avatar The Last Airbender
-Hazbin Hotel
- League of Legends
- Professor Layton
- Game of Thrones
- Fire Emblem Awakening
- Rune Factory Series (2, 3, 4, Frontier, 5)
- Arcane (All seasons)
- Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End
- Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic
- Erased
- Black Butler
- Attack on Titan (Haven't been up to date, but willing to research if you want someone from here I don't know.)
- My Hero Academy (Haven't seen the last season)
- BASICALLY MOST ANIME ON THIS WATCHED LIST : HERE
Above is a writing sample from an RP I started recently. I can write around 1000 words per side pretty easily, but usually I will write more for you and less for my OC. I can also easily adjust this number to make us both comfortable, so don't worry about trying to match me. 500 words per side is also fine! Or a bit less, but usually my minimum is like 400-500 words.
I think that's everything. If you find any of this interesting, let me know.
EDIT: I decided to just add a kink list here so people can get a general idea!
NOTE: No, I don't RP on Discord. If you wanna chat out of RP I may give you my Discord, but I will not RP on it.
Another Note: I really prefer when my partners do more than just describe what is happening. I love small details like what one is thinking, emotions, just thoughts in general, in addition to describing what is going on. That's just my preference, and I try to do it too.
Edit: I'm adding another writing sample here, in case people are more interested in this lol. It is very NSFW, just a heads up.
Lilium shivered violently as Thranduil took her fingers into his mouth, his tongue warm and insistent as he sucked her essence from them. The way he moaned sent heat pooling low in her stomach, her core clenching in need. He sucked her fingers deeper, mimicking the way she had taken his cock in her mouth before, and she gasped, her knees trembling. He sucked her fingers clean so well.... he was so needy for her juices... almost as needy as she was for him and his cock, and his hot semen all over her and dripping out of her...
His eyesโฆ Oh, his eyes burned with hunger, with possession, with an unspoken promise that he would consume her entirely. The wet pop as he released her fingers made her pulse throb between her legs, and when he hungrily reclaimed them again, it was almost too much.
"ษฑฯษพาฝ."
The demand sent another rush of wetness from her, and she felt her thighs become slick. He wanted more. He wanted to taste more of her, suck more of her essence, right here, right now. The rawness of it, the lack of hesitation, the sheer need in his voice shattered the last of her restraint.
She had called him my love. The words had slipped from her lips naturally, unbidden, but she knew they were true.
His breath hitched. His expression flickeredโwas that shock? But then it was gone, replaced by that all-consuming hunger. The storm inside him raged stronger, and Lilium felt it in the way his hands trembled slightly as they ghosted over her skin, in the way he gazed at her as though she were the only thing in existence.
His voice in Sindarin, that sweet confession, made her dizzy.
"I want to suck more of youโฆ"
He spoke it like a vow, a prayer, and Lilium let out a shuddering breath, watching his gaze flicker to her legs. The heat in his stare made her clench her thighs instinctively, but he had already touched them through the fabric of her skirts, and she could feel the warmth of his palm through the layers.
He wanted her to lift her skirts.
To spread her legs for him.
To show him everything.
He wanted her to open herself for him.
And oh, she would.
"Liliumโฆ" His voice was a rasp, a plea, a demand all at once. "Fuck, womanโฆ"
That was all it took. Her restraint was gone. Burned away. There was no one close to them in the gardens, no prying eyes. Just them, their little secluded island, the sound of water masking their sounds, the foliage shielding them from any wandering gazes... Perhaps, that is. But in her state, in her arousal, in her sheer desire to be fucked hard by him right here and now, she could not think straight.
She let herself fall back onto the bench, her head held up slightly, leaning it against an armrest so she could watch him, her breath ragged. The cool air caressed her flushed skin, a stark contrast to the heat burning inside her. Slowly, deliberately, she hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of her undergarments and pushed them to the side.
She spread her legs wide, and bunched the skirts of her dress up.
Wetness glistened on her inner thighs, evidence of how much she needed him. The cool air kissed her bared folds, sending a violent shudder through her, but it was his reaction she wanted. She wanted him to see how wet she was, how drenched she had become just from his words, from his touch, from the way he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in existence.
With a slow, sinful motion, she spread herself with her fingers, revealing everything to him. The slick petals of her womanhood, swollen and needy, the small bundle of nerves at the apex of her folds already throbbing for him, the way her arousal dripped down her thighs.. She'd surely leave a puddle beneath her at this rate.
"This is for you, my Kingโฆ" she murmured, her voice breathy, thick with lust, her silver eyes dark with desire and need, her pink lips parted slightly....
She lifted her head just enough to meet his gaze, her face completely flushed, her pupils blown wide with want. And yet, there was something else in her eyesโsomething wicked. Excitement.
Because she was doing this in the open.
Where anyone could walk by.
Where anyone could see her, spread like this for him, wanton and desperate and so utterly his.
But she didn't care....
Her breath hitched as she moved her fingers, dragging them slowly through her folds, gathering her wetness before spreading herself wider. Showing him how tight she was, how warm she was, how easily his thick cock would slide into her later, stretching her, filling her, claiming her as his. Breaking her... splitting her into two... making it so that her pretty little pussy that she spread so sinfully for him in the gardens would yearn for his cock to fill her up every moment of every day...
Lilium would never be the same.
She was lost, because of him. This side of her... only for him.. something only he brought out in her.. something only he'd witness....
She was lost.
She longed for her pussy to remember him in the most intimate wayโto commit to memory every ridge, every pulsing vein, every subtle curve of his thick cock. She wanted to feel him so deeply, so completely, that her inner walls would mold to him, shaping themselves to his size, his perfect fit, as if her very body was made to take him and him alone. She craved the sensation of being stretched around him, of her slick heat clinging desperately to every inch, burning his shape into her until she could never forget the way he filled her.
"You'll fill it up so wellโฆ" she whispered, her voice husky, and horny, and laced with sinful promise. "Won't youโฆ~?"
She, feeling utterly filthy, deliciously sinful, kept her soaked, glistening pussy spread wide for him with one hand, her fingers keeping her folds open so he could see everythingโthe soft pink flesh, the way her arousal dripped down onto the bench beneath her, shameless and obscene. With her other hand, she slowly reached down, fingertips ghosting over her own heated skin before finding that aching, swollen budโher most sensitive place, the bundle of nerves Thranduil had worshiped with his mouth just last night. The memory of his tongue, his lips, the way he had feasted on her until she was mindless, sent a shiver through her, and she let out a breathy, needy moan as her fingers teased over it.
She felt utterly exposed, utterly vulnerableโand she loved it. She was putting on a show just for him, her thighs trembling as she touched herself under his gaze, reveling in the way her own slickness coated her fingers. She was his. ิฮนส สส ฯ ฦ. ิฮนส ฯาฝษพฯาฝฦฦ ส ฮนฦฦส าฝ ษฏิฯษพาฝ, ฯส ฮฑแงฮนษณษ ษฏฮนฦิ ิาฝษพสาฝส ฯ สฯ ฯษพาฝฦฦฮนส แง ฯฯษพ ิฮนษฑ, ิาฝสฯาฝษพฮฑฦาฝ ฯฯษพ ิฮนส ฮฑฦฦาฝษณฦฮนฯษณ, ิฮนส ฦฯฯ ฦิ, ิฮนส ฦฯฦฦ.
Her breath hitched as the cool air kissed her flushed skin, amplifying the pleasure that coursed through her body, but most of all, she watched him. Every movement he made, every flicker of expression, every ounce of hunger in his eyesโshe absorbed it all, letting it drive her deeper into her own pleasure.
Slowly, she pulled her hand away from her clit, her fingers now glistening with fresh arousal. Without hesitation, without a shred of shame, she lifted that hand toward him, offering herself to him once more.
"ษฑฯษพาฝ...?" she whispered, her voice thick with lust, husky and dripping with need. Her half-lidded eyes smoldered with desire as she gazed at him, watching the way her fingers shone in the light, coated in her essenceโher offering, her invitation, her plea for him to taste her again.
She was lost. Lost in him. Lost in the feeling of being so utterly desired. Lost in the knowledge that he wanted this, wanted her, wanted everything she could give him and more.
And gods above, she would give it all to him.
Every last piece of herself.
Every last breath, every last moan, every last trembling whisper of his name.
His eyesโฆ Oh, his eyes burned with hunger, with possession, with an unspoken promise that he would consume her entirely. The wet pop as he released her fingers made her pulse throb between her legs, and when he hungrily reclaimed them again, it was almost too much.
"ษฑฯษพาฝ."
The demand sent another rush of wetness from her, and she felt her thighs become slick. He wanted more. He wanted to taste more of her, suck more of her essence, right here, right now. The rawness of it, the lack of hesitation, the sheer need in his voice shattered the last of her restraint.
She had called him my love. The words had slipped from her lips naturally, unbidden, but she knew they were true.
His breath hitched. His expression flickeredโwas that shock? But then it was gone, replaced by that all-consuming hunger. The storm inside him raged stronger, and Lilium felt it in the way his hands trembled slightly as they ghosted over her skin, in the way he gazed at her as though she were the only thing in existence.
His voice in Sindarin, that sweet confession, made her dizzy.
"I want to suck more of youโฆ"
He spoke it like a vow, a prayer, and Lilium let out a shuddering breath, watching his gaze flicker to her legs. The heat in his stare made her clench her thighs instinctively, but he had already touched them through the fabric of her skirts, and she could feel the warmth of his palm through the layers.
He wanted her to lift her skirts.
To spread her legs for him.
To show him everything.
He wanted her to open herself for him.
And oh, she would.
"Liliumโฆ" His voice was a rasp, a plea, a demand all at once. "Fuck, womanโฆ"
That was all it took. Her restraint was gone. Burned away. There was no one close to them in the gardens, no prying eyes. Just them, their little secluded island, the sound of water masking their sounds, the foliage shielding them from any wandering gazes... Perhaps, that is. But in her state, in her arousal, in her sheer desire to be fucked hard by him right here and now, she could not think straight.
She let herself fall back onto the bench, her head held up slightly, leaning it against an armrest so she could watch him, her breath ragged. The cool air caressed her flushed skin, a stark contrast to the heat burning inside her. Slowly, deliberately, she hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of her undergarments and pushed them to the side.
She spread her legs wide, and bunched the skirts of her dress up.
Wetness glistened on her inner thighs, evidence of how much she needed him. The cool air kissed her bared folds, sending a violent shudder through her, but it was his reaction she wanted. She wanted him to see how wet she was, how drenched she had become just from his words, from his touch, from the way he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in existence.
With a slow, sinful motion, she spread herself with her fingers, revealing everything to him. The slick petals of her womanhood, swollen and needy, the small bundle of nerves at the apex of her folds already throbbing for him, the way her arousal dripped down her thighs.. She'd surely leave a puddle beneath her at this rate.
"This is for you, my Kingโฆ" she murmured, her voice breathy, thick with lust, her silver eyes dark with desire and need, her pink lips parted slightly....
She lifted her head just enough to meet his gaze, her face completely flushed, her pupils blown wide with want. And yet, there was something else in her eyesโsomething wicked. Excitement.
Because she was doing this in the open.
Where anyone could walk by.
Where anyone could see her, spread like this for him, wanton and desperate and so utterly his.
But she didn't care....
Her breath hitched as she moved her fingers, dragging them slowly through her folds, gathering her wetness before spreading herself wider. Showing him how tight she was, how warm she was, how easily his thick cock would slide into her later, stretching her, filling her, claiming her as his. Breaking her... splitting her into two... making it so that her pretty little pussy that she spread so sinfully for him in the gardens would yearn for his cock to fill her up every moment of every day...
Lilium would never be the same.
She was lost, because of him. This side of her... only for him.. something only he brought out in her.. something only he'd witness....
She was lost.
She longed for her pussy to remember him in the most intimate wayโto commit to memory every ridge, every pulsing vein, every subtle curve of his thick cock. She wanted to feel him so deeply, so completely, that her inner walls would mold to him, shaping themselves to his size, his perfect fit, as if her very body was made to take him and him alone. She craved the sensation of being stretched around him, of her slick heat clinging desperately to every inch, burning his shape into her until she could never forget the way he filled her.
"You'll fill it up so wellโฆ" she whispered, her voice husky, and horny, and laced with sinful promise. "Won't youโฆ~?"
She, feeling utterly filthy, deliciously sinful, kept her soaked, glistening pussy spread wide for him with one hand, her fingers keeping her folds open so he could see everythingโthe soft pink flesh, the way her arousal dripped down onto the bench beneath her, shameless and obscene. With her other hand, she slowly reached down, fingertips ghosting over her own heated skin before finding that aching, swollen budโher most sensitive place, the bundle of nerves Thranduil had worshiped with his mouth just last night. The memory of his tongue, his lips, the way he had feasted on her until she was mindless, sent a shiver through her, and she let out a breathy, needy moan as her fingers teased over it.
She felt utterly exposed, utterly vulnerableโand she loved it. She was putting on a show just for him, her thighs trembling as she touched herself under his gaze, reveling in the way her own slickness coated her fingers. She was his. ิฮนส สส ฯ ฦ. ิฮนส ฯาฝษพฯาฝฦฦ ส ฮนฦฦส าฝ ษฏิฯษพาฝ, ฯส ฮฑแงฮนษณษ ษฏฮนฦิ ิาฝษพสาฝส ฯ สฯ ฯษพาฝฦฦฮนส แง ฯฯษพ ิฮนษฑ, ิาฝสฯาฝษพฮฑฦาฝ ฯฯษพ ิฮนส ฮฑฦฦาฝษณฦฮนฯษณ, ิฮนส ฦฯฯ ฦิ, ิฮนส ฦฯฦฦ.
Her breath hitched as the cool air kissed her flushed skin, amplifying the pleasure that coursed through her body, but most of all, she watched him. Every movement he made, every flicker of expression, every ounce of hunger in his eyesโshe absorbed it all, letting it drive her deeper into her own pleasure.
Slowly, she pulled her hand away from her clit, her fingers now glistening with fresh arousal. Without hesitation, without a shred of shame, she lifted that hand toward him, offering herself to him once more.
"ษฑฯษพาฝ...?" she whispered, her voice thick with lust, husky and dripping with need. Her half-lidded eyes smoldered with desire as she gazed at him, watching the way her fingers shone in the light, coated in her essenceโher offering, her invitation, her plea for him to taste her again.
She was lost. Lost in him. Lost in the feeling of being so utterly desired. Lost in the knowledge that he wanted this, wanted her, wanted everything she could give him and more.
And gods above, she would give it all to him.
Every last piece of herself.
Every last breath, every last moan, every last trembling whisper of his name.
Some Notes:
- I have a couple of kinks I would be happy to discuss in messages! However, I will never want rape/non-con/dub-con for my side of the story. I don't want my love interest to be that way, that's just my preference. I prefer romance, and I prefer the love interest actually caring for my OC. THAT BEING SAID, I DO NOT MIND PLAYING THESE THINGS FOR YOUR SIDE OF THE STORY, IF THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE INTO. I just don't want it for my side, please! I just personally prefer when my love interest actually cares for my OC. I want some sweet moments, I want care, and yes it could be rough, but with consent. I like it when love interest only has eyes for my OC. That's just the type of story I'm looking for. I am a hopeless romantic and I just genuinely enjoy it so.. if you'd allow this and indulge in my requests, I will happily do whatever it is you want for your side of the story.
- Taking the above point in mind, no, I do not have any limits. If there's something 'different' you're into, I'll write it for you. As long as you play who I want in the aforementioned manner, I'll do my best to give you what you want for your side! I very much appreciate people trying to let me indulge in my fantasies and written romances, so I will definitely do my best and put a lot of effort into doing what you'd like.
- Everyone will be aged up when necessary. So if we RP Avatar, everyone will be 18+ years old.
THE FANDOM I'M CURRENTLY LOOKING FOR:
LORD OF THE RINGS/ THE HOBBIT: I just finished watching these movies for the very first time! I have not read the books. I think I am still pretty noob-ish in this area, but I'd really love to try an RP in this universe! But please keep in mind, I have only seen the movies once so far, and for the first time, so if you can help me along the way if needed, that would be wonderful! Of course, I will do my own research when needed as well! I am willing to play anyone for you, but all I ask is if you can play King Thranduil for me because I am currently hard simping over that man haha. Please message me if you're interested!
FANDOMS I KNOW: (I'm adding in a list of Fandoms I'm well aware of, in case you'd like to RP something different for your side of the RP! For example, if you're willing to play Thranduil for me for my side of the RP, I can RP any of the following for your side!)
If you want to ask about something not on this list, feel free to do so. I can also play regular people for you, or maybe you have an image of someone you'd want me to play for you... whatever you like! Seriously, if you have something you're itching to do, I will write it out for you, so long as you double up and also give me a story I'd enjoy.
- Harry Potter
-Fire Emblem Fates
- Avatar The Last Airbender
-Hazbin Hotel
- League of Legends
- Professor Layton
- Game of Thrones
- Fire Emblem Awakening
- Rune Factory Series (2, 3, 4, Frontier, 5)
- Arcane (All seasons)
- Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End
- Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic
- Erased
- Black Butler
- Attack on Titan (Haven't been up to date, but willing to research if you want someone from here I don't know.)
- My Hero Academy (Haven't seen the last season)
- BASICALLY MOST ANIME ON THIS WATCHED LIST : HERE
The streets of Hell had never been quiet, but after the events of the past year, they seemed a little less chaotic - at least in this part of town. Charlie Morningstar strolled through the twisting, cracked streets of Pentagram City, her heels clicking against the uneven cobblestone. The air hung heavy with sulfur and smoke, tinged with the faint metallic tang of spilled blood. Neon signs flickered in and out of existence above grimy buildings, their gaudy colors casting eerie reflections on the slick pavement. A cacophony of distant screams, gunshots, and maniacal laughter wove together into a dissonant symphony that was as much a part of Hell as its scorching heat.
Still, Charlie smiled, undeterred by the bleak surroundings. Her golden hair glowed faintly even under the harsh, artificial lights, a stark contrast to the eternal gloom around her. The rebuilt Hazbin Hotel now stood tall in the distance, its once-crumbling facade restored to its former glory - no, better. It was a symbol of hope, however faint, in a place that had none. And Charlie, as always, was determined to find anyone willing to take a chance on that hope.
"Just one," she murmured to herself, her crimson eyes scanning the streets. "There has to be someone."
She'd taken to wandering the city more often these days, looking for anyone who might be willing to give redemption a try. Not everyone was open to the idea, of course. Most demons laughed in her face, some hurled insults or worse, and many simply ignored her. But every now and then, she'd meet someone - a lost soul clinging to the faintest shred of humanity or a demon tired of the endless cycle of sin and suffering. Those moments made all the rejection worth it.
As she turned down a shadowy alley, the smell of desperation hit her like a brick wall. This part of the city was darker, quieter - though not in a peaceful way. The shadows seemed to shift and writhe of their own accord, and the flickering light of a single, malfunctioning streetlamp barely pierced the gloom.
It was here that she heard the voices.
"Hand it over, now, or we'll make you wish you'd stayed in the living world."
Charlie froze, her eyes narrowing as she pinpointed the source of the commotion. Two demons - typical lower-rank types with distorted features and oily black skin - were cornering a man against a crumbling wall. The victim stood out immediately. While most souls in Hell bore obvious signs of their infernal transformation, this one lookedโฆ different.
He was tall and slim, with messy dark hair that fell into his eyes. His features were sharp, almost painfully human, and his eyes - a striking shade of blue, clear and piercing- seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. He clutched a worn leather satchel to his chest as the demons closed in, sneering and leering with razor-sharp teeth.
"Come on, pretty boy," one of them hissed, its clawed hand darting out to grab the satchel.
The man flinched but held firm, his jaw tightening as he tried to back away.
Charlie's blood boiled. Without a second thought, she darted forward, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement as she closed the distance.
"Hey!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the alley like a clap of thunder.
The demons turned, their eyes narrowing at the sight of her. For a moment, they seemed to hesitate, recognizing the princess of Hell. But then, as if emboldened by their numbers, they sneered.
"Look who it is," the larger of the two growled, its voice dripping with mockery. "The little princess herself. What, you gonna sing us to death?"
Charlie planted her hands on her hips, her crimson eyes blazing with fury. "Let him go," she demanded, her voice firm. "Now."
The smaller demon snickered, its forked tongue flicking out. "Or what? You gonna run crying to Daddy?"
That struck a nerve, but Charlie didn't let it show. Instead, she stepped closer, her posture radiating confidence. "Or I'll make you regret it," she said evenly.
The larger demon scoffed, baring its jagged teeth. "Big talk for someone unarmed."
Charlie smirked, tilting her head slightly. "You really want to test me?"
The air around her seemed to shimmer for a moment, a faint golden glow emanating from her as her innate power flickered to life. The demons exchanged nervous glances. They knew better than to underestimate her, even if they didn't want to admit it.
With a low growl, the larger demon spat on the ground. "This ain't worth it," it muttered, turning to leave.
The smaller one lingered for a moment, glaring at Charlie, before reluctantly following its companion. "You're lucky, human," it sneered over its shoulder. "Next time, you won't have your little princess to save you."
Charlie waited until they were out of sight before letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Turning to the man, she softened her expression, her smile warm and genuine.
"Are you okay?" she asked, stepping closer.
Charlie studied him for a moment, her curiosity piqued. There was somethingโฆ unusual about him. Most souls that ended up in Hell didn't look this human, not for long. And his eyes - those beautiful, haunting eyes - seemed to hold a depth she couldn't quite place.
"You shouldn't be wandering around here alone," she said gently. "It's dangerous."
Charlie tilted her head, her smile never faltering. "What's your name? I'm Charlie. Andโฆ if you don't mind me saying, you don't seem like you belong here. But.. but I can help! We can help, that is. Me and the others at the Hazbin Hotel! Come on, follow me and we can figure it out, okay?"
As they left the alley, Charlie couldn't help but glance at the man again, wondering what had brought him to this place.
--
Lilium hummed softly to herself, the tune light and whimsical, as she twirled a strand of her long, silvery hair around her finger. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the cracked streets of Hell, a sound that seemed to echo in the eerie silence of the dimly lit alleys. Things had changed drastically since Adam's fall. The chaos had shifted into something more... unrestrained, and for Lilium, it was utterly intoxicating.
Life in Hell had always been a carnival of torment and absurdity, but now, it was as though the demons felt invincible. Their victory over Heaven had made them reckless, their caution abandoned in the wake of their triumph. For Lilium, this was nothing short of a gift.
Blood was easier to find, easier to drain. Easier to savor.
She licked her lips at the thought, a smirk curling her red-painted mouth. The intoxicating rush of power she felt coursing through her veins after each feeding was unparalleled. It was as though she could crush the entire underworld beneath her heel if she desired.
As she strolled along, a piercing scream shattered the stillness. Lilium's silver eyes flicked in the direction of the sound, her lips parting in a delighted gasp. "Oh, how delightful," she murmured, her steps quickening.
Turning a corner, she found the source of the commotion. A woman cowered against the side of a crumbling building, tears streaking her soot-stained face as a towering, brutish demon loomed over her. He sneered, his jagged teeth glinting in the faint glow of the streetlamps.
Lilium tilted her head, observing the scene with detached amusement. It wasn't an uncommon sight- Hell wasn't exactly known for chivalry. But something about the way the demon towered over the woman, his cruel laughter echoing in the air, made her chest tighten. A flicker of something old, something human, stirred within her.
"How unfortunate for you," Lilium said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she stepped forward.
The demon turned, his eyes narrowing at the sight of her. At first, he looked annoyed, but that expression quickly melted into fear. The corners of Lilium's mouth quirked up into a sweet, saccharine smile, but her gaze was anything but kind.
"Now, now," she cooed, her tone almost playful, "there's no need for such hostility. But..." Her smile widened, revealing a glint of fang. "I'm feeling rather parched."
Before the demon could react, Lilium was on him, her movements a blur. Her fangs sank into his neck, and his scream was cut short. His blood was bitter, tainted with cruelty and despair, but she drank deeply nonetheless. The woman fled, her frantic footsteps fading into the distance, but Lilium barely noticed.
When she was finished, she let the lifeless body crumple to the ground, wiping her mouth delicately with the back of her hand. "Weak," she muttered with disdain, stepping over the corpse as though it were little more than trash.
The night air felt cooler as she made her way back to the Hazbin Hotel, her appetite sated for the moment.
Inside, the hotel was its usual chaotic self, the mismatched dรฉcor somehow managing to be both gaudy and charming. Lilium lounged elegantly on one of the plush couches, crossing her legs as she leaned back. She wasn't one for idle chatter, but her attention snapped to the door when a familiar figure entered.
The Radio Demon himself, Alastor, strode in, his ever-present grin as unnerving as it was captivating. Lilium's lips curved into a smile that matched his in sweetness, though hers was far more genuine.
"Alastor~," she sang, her voice dripping with honeyed delight. "What a pleasure. And what are you up to today?"
Her tone was casual, but her gaze lingered on him, studying every twitch of his smile, every shift in his stance. Alastor was a puzzle she couldn't help but want to unravel. Dangerous, enigmatic, and oh, so intriguing.
Still, Charlie smiled, undeterred by the bleak surroundings. Her golden hair glowed faintly even under the harsh, artificial lights, a stark contrast to the eternal gloom around her. The rebuilt Hazbin Hotel now stood tall in the distance, its once-crumbling facade restored to its former glory - no, better. It was a symbol of hope, however faint, in a place that had none. And Charlie, as always, was determined to find anyone willing to take a chance on that hope.
"Just one," she murmured to herself, her crimson eyes scanning the streets. "There has to be someone."
She'd taken to wandering the city more often these days, looking for anyone who might be willing to give redemption a try. Not everyone was open to the idea, of course. Most demons laughed in her face, some hurled insults or worse, and many simply ignored her. But every now and then, she'd meet someone - a lost soul clinging to the faintest shred of humanity or a demon tired of the endless cycle of sin and suffering. Those moments made all the rejection worth it.
As she turned down a shadowy alley, the smell of desperation hit her like a brick wall. This part of the city was darker, quieter - though not in a peaceful way. The shadows seemed to shift and writhe of their own accord, and the flickering light of a single, malfunctioning streetlamp barely pierced the gloom.
It was here that she heard the voices.
"Hand it over, now, or we'll make you wish you'd stayed in the living world."
Charlie froze, her eyes narrowing as she pinpointed the source of the commotion. Two demons - typical lower-rank types with distorted features and oily black skin - were cornering a man against a crumbling wall. The victim stood out immediately. While most souls in Hell bore obvious signs of their infernal transformation, this one lookedโฆ different.
He was tall and slim, with messy dark hair that fell into his eyes. His features were sharp, almost painfully human, and his eyes - a striking shade of blue, clear and piercing- seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. He clutched a worn leather satchel to his chest as the demons closed in, sneering and leering with razor-sharp teeth.
"Come on, pretty boy," one of them hissed, its clawed hand darting out to grab the satchel.
The man flinched but held firm, his jaw tightening as he tried to back away.
Charlie's blood boiled. Without a second thought, she darted forward, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement as she closed the distance.
"Hey!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the alley like a clap of thunder.
The demons turned, their eyes narrowing at the sight of her. For a moment, they seemed to hesitate, recognizing the princess of Hell. But then, as if emboldened by their numbers, they sneered.
"Look who it is," the larger of the two growled, its voice dripping with mockery. "The little princess herself. What, you gonna sing us to death?"
Charlie planted her hands on her hips, her crimson eyes blazing with fury. "Let him go," she demanded, her voice firm. "Now."
The smaller demon snickered, its forked tongue flicking out. "Or what? You gonna run crying to Daddy?"
That struck a nerve, but Charlie didn't let it show. Instead, she stepped closer, her posture radiating confidence. "Or I'll make you regret it," she said evenly.
The larger demon scoffed, baring its jagged teeth. "Big talk for someone unarmed."
Charlie smirked, tilting her head slightly. "You really want to test me?"
The air around her seemed to shimmer for a moment, a faint golden glow emanating from her as her innate power flickered to life. The demons exchanged nervous glances. They knew better than to underestimate her, even if they didn't want to admit it.
With a low growl, the larger demon spat on the ground. "This ain't worth it," it muttered, turning to leave.
The smaller one lingered for a moment, glaring at Charlie, before reluctantly following its companion. "You're lucky, human," it sneered over its shoulder. "Next time, you won't have your little princess to save you."
Charlie waited until they were out of sight before letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Turning to the man, she softened her expression, her smile warm and genuine.
"Are you okay?" she asked, stepping closer.
Charlie studied him for a moment, her curiosity piqued. There was somethingโฆ unusual about him. Most souls that ended up in Hell didn't look this human, not for long. And his eyes - those beautiful, haunting eyes - seemed to hold a depth she couldn't quite place.
"You shouldn't be wandering around here alone," she said gently. "It's dangerous."
Charlie tilted her head, her smile never faltering. "What's your name? I'm Charlie. Andโฆ if you don't mind me saying, you don't seem like you belong here. But.. but I can help! We can help, that is. Me and the others at the Hazbin Hotel! Come on, follow me and we can figure it out, okay?"
As they left the alley, Charlie couldn't help but glance at the man again, wondering what had brought him to this place.
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Lilium hummed softly to herself, the tune light and whimsical, as she twirled a strand of her long, silvery hair around her finger. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the cracked streets of Hell, a sound that seemed to echo in the eerie silence of the dimly lit alleys. Things had changed drastically since Adam's fall. The chaos had shifted into something more... unrestrained, and for Lilium, it was utterly intoxicating.
Life in Hell had always been a carnival of torment and absurdity, but now, it was as though the demons felt invincible. Their victory over Heaven had made them reckless, their caution abandoned in the wake of their triumph. For Lilium, this was nothing short of a gift.
Blood was easier to find, easier to drain. Easier to savor.
She licked her lips at the thought, a smirk curling her red-painted mouth. The intoxicating rush of power she felt coursing through her veins after each feeding was unparalleled. It was as though she could crush the entire underworld beneath her heel if she desired.
As she strolled along, a piercing scream shattered the stillness. Lilium's silver eyes flicked in the direction of the sound, her lips parting in a delighted gasp. "Oh, how delightful," she murmured, her steps quickening.
Turning a corner, she found the source of the commotion. A woman cowered against the side of a crumbling building, tears streaking her soot-stained face as a towering, brutish demon loomed over her. He sneered, his jagged teeth glinting in the faint glow of the streetlamps.
Lilium tilted her head, observing the scene with detached amusement. It wasn't an uncommon sight- Hell wasn't exactly known for chivalry. But something about the way the demon towered over the woman, his cruel laughter echoing in the air, made her chest tighten. A flicker of something old, something human, stirred within her.
"How unfortunate for you," Lilium said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she stepped forward.
The demon turned, his eyes narrowing at the sight of her. At first, he looked annoyed, but that expression quickly melted into fear. The corners of Lilium's mouth quirked up into a sweet, saccharine smile, but her gaze was anything but kind.
"Now, now," she cooed, her tone almost playful, "there's no need for such hostility. But..." Her smile widened, revealing a glint of fang. "I'm feeling rather parched."
Before the demon could react, Lilium was on him, her movements a blur. Her fangs sank into his neck, and his scream was cut short. His blood was bitter, tainted with cruelty and despair, but she drank deeply nonetheless. The woman fled, her frantic footsteps fading into the distance, but Lilium barely noticed.
When she was finished, she let the lifeless body crumple to the ground, wiping her mouth delicately with the back of her hand. "Weak," she muttered with disdain, stepping over the corpse as though it were little more than trash.
The night air felt cooler as she made her way back to the Hazbin Hotel, her appetite sated for the moment.
Inside, the hotel was its usual chaotic self, the mismatched dรฉcor somehow managing to be both gaudy and charming. Lilium lounged elegantly on one of the plush couches, crossing her legs as she leaned back. She wasn't one for idle chatter, but her attention snapped to the door when a familiar figure entered.
The Radio Demon himself, Alastor, strode in, his ever-present grin as unnerving as it was captivating. Lilium's lips curved into a smile that matched his in sweetness, though hers was far more genuine.
"Alastor~," she sang, her voice dripping with honeyed delight. "What a pleasure. And what are you up to today?"
Her tone was casual, but her gaze lingered on him, studying every twitch of his smile, every shift in his stance. Alastor was a puzzle she couldn't help but want to unravel. Dangerous, enigmatic, and oh, so intriguing.
Above is a writing sample from an RP I started recently. I can write around 1000 words per side pretty easily, but usually I will write more for you and less for my OC. I can also easily adjust this number to make us both comfortable, so don't worry about trying to match me. 500 words per side is also fine! Or a bit less, but usually my minimum is like 400-500 words.
I think that's everything. If you find any of this interesting, let me know.
EDIT: I decided to just add a kink list here so people can get a general idea!
Faves: Foreplay, Multiple Orgasms, Sexual Exhaustion, Teasing, Fangs (Vampires!), Large Cocks, Muscular Characters, Older Characters, Taller Characters, Vampires, Age Differences (18+), Anal, Anal Virginity, Clit Play, Vaginal Sex (Receiving), Vaginal Virginity, Giving & Receiving Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Fingers in Mouth, Throat Penetration, Cock/Ball Worship, Cock Warming, Creampie, Cum, Soft Cum Facials, Excessive Semen, Swallowing Semen, 2+ Penetration, Affection, Romance, Consensual, Dating, Scenes - Shower/Bath, Handjobs, Massages, Masturbation, Clothing Play, Clothed Sex, Socks/Stockings, Begging, Dirty Talking, Discipline, Aftercare, Blindfolds, Crying, Handcuffs, Gags, Leash and Collar, Light/Medium Bondage, Orgasm Control/Denial, Biting, Choking, Hair Pulling, Sexual Pain.
Anything else, ask me bout it. While they might not be my favorites, I won't judge you or anything like that so feel free to ask! Nothing really bothers me unless you want to do Non con with my OC. SO if you ask for something I might be down!
Anything else, ask me bout it. While they might not be my favorites, I won't judge you or anything like that so feel free to ask! Nothing really bothers me unless you want to do Non con with my OC. SO if you ask for something I might be down!
NOTE: No, I don't RP on Discord. If you wanna chat out of RP I may give you my Discord, but I will not RP on it.
Another Note: I really prefer when my partners do more than just describe what is happening. I love small details like what one is thinking, emotions, just thoughts in general, in addition to describing what is going on. That's just my preference, and I try to do it too.
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